the wasp wears your mask,
your face –
emotionless,
beautiful danger he imitates,
obedient traveler across deliberate seas
nourished by a psychic moon –
darling, your messenger – sibylline,
has arrived:
He wants my trust,
He enters my eye,
He drinks my tear,
He carries me into your mind.
i see great walls,
and things forbidden,
i feel your presence.
i ask him to find your body,
he can only reveal your truth,
locked within his fatal touch.
the sting is your sting,
the pain is your pain
the agony of our love –
i will bury him
in the garden
with the others,
and wait, patiently
for another
for another,
for another.
Monthly Archives: January 2012
wasp
run 2 you
run into ether,
unfettered contour of mind –
love’s ethereal axis sphere,
our sanctuary – warm fertile embrace,
quivering flame the pulse of heart
where thought beams the radiance of light
melting dark worlds that fade
to pitch and ghost of time
run through datura and shadow of lilith,
and vapor faces that impersonate to haunt
run blindly if must be your trust
with open arms,
for with open arms, i cry diamonds –
sacred tears of angel light
adorn the clinging silks of desire
gentle moonbath of honey glaze
reach my love, reach
i beg this mortal’s hand to touch
taste this kiss, deeply, truly
realize the presence of healing grace –
love’s nude perfection sings
open your eyes,
your vision portrays you adorned and bare
open your eyes,
a crown of violets as halo upon hair
open your eyes,
to the birth of your immaculate reflection
open your eyes,
behold the ether bride
half heart
deathless sleep of angel’s womb,
i fly as fetus
searching every drifting dream
for a pulse unborn –
the cry
of the half heart.
~
(heaven’s tears caress,
a shower of diamond light,
burning away ugliness, melting years,
bathing every lie.)
i peal jacquards
of colour and time
to enter the vault;
truth to unlock all locks
and open the gate
where we began, before
~
before i was torn –
ripped suffering suckle,
immortal fruit’s desire, taken
down
to walk as they walk,
smearing history
with animal’s blood
upon canvas and mind
line upon line;
killing for poetry,
praying for art,
sacrificing the purest of the pure –
more than i knew,
more than i cried for
~
and,
dying, because
they said so.
they said i must.
they, how be it,
said too much
but reaching, always
for the fading hand,
i descend open-eyed
beneath the darkness
of wave and sea.
~
sweet gentle lamb
where is my inspiration?
my altars, i swear, were of gold!
did i not slaughter you painlessly
under the shadow of law,
dissecting and eating the guts
of every letter?
putrid nourishment,
sustaining every plague
of mortal shame.
~
yet, anon, and ever and,
i breathe
the breath of her flame,
burning the cake of karma,
undressing the negligee,
and serpentine lace of lies
revealing the child,
and i remember and know
as i am known –
the reflection of her face
resting upon feathers.
~
she dreams my life
enduring the timeless quiver
of the half heart,
moaning under the lash
of each passionate stroke –
fatal caress of wincing flesh,
the final offering of time,
kneeling before the pendulum,
she follows my death
through countless cocoons,
back
into her womb,
once again.
~
once again,
i lie between shadow and light
tracing the jagged edge,
seared pitiful heart – half-self,
torn, never separated,
realizing with every cycle and refrain
earth’s delicate axis never to sustain.
such bliss a dangerous thing;
would end the fragile construct mortality,
shattering gold and hinging law –
falling as delirious playing cards
in slow motion
never to fly.
~
never!
never to be written,
never to be recorded,
not by them,
not by the gatekeeper.
she waits the wait of zen,
beyond rust and stumbling saints;
a silhouette glowing
upon wavering prison drapes,
like an old film framing electric mist.
her dream is my vision
and tears are the food
of everlasting flight.
let it rain.
i eat every diamond.
~
dearest nightingale,
touch me with your feathers,
as torn hearts live to mend.
we walk not as they,
with footprints of fossil in clay
sinking deeper with every step,
but higher, above the begging tempest
upon water of light
through the mirrored gate,
we awaken from supposition
unto our eternal reflection,
one heart
one mind
one love.
you
my eyes search
for honesty
as i undress your
lanky girlish quiver
sprawled upon a perfect canvas
revealing the contour of thin porcelain lies
that you allow to crumble
into shell and shard.
you rest unearthed
no longer afraid of yourself,
who you might become in my eyes –
and deeply through locked pearls
we search the diamond
not to change
never to destroy
but to paint
you
as you are.
in the lunchroom
i saw you
in the distance,
years ago,
you were dark,
seemingly –
colour and poise,
and i was afraid
in my youth
maybe it was me
that was dark –
clumsy awkward fear…
maybe it was just
the wavering fluorescent force field
between us –
and you
standing upon the moon
so alone
so far from everything known,
unapproachable,
yet close
in darkness
and essence
as for she and i
she gave me a tribe,
babies that will live forever,
wandering the desert for love.
as for she and i,
she will fly with butterflies
to lavender fields
wishing they were violets,
and i, the lost moth
will drown
in quiet pools of dark rain.
bomber girl
faceless shadow
shroud of virginity,
only you know who you are
and your hidden dream –
secret cartwheel
upside down,
skin making love to the wind.
demure bride of war
kissing the rug of prayer, wallowing
in the ghost of charlemagne
exalted in your father’s army.
adorned corset of nails –
your heart beats
your body ticks
your purpose bleeds
through
the tourniquet of day.
did you hear the dulcimer,
is he ready to receive,
will he receive
those you sacrifice?
entwined
bodies entwined
locked undulation
dangling honeysuckle
upon unknown fring
falling gracefully for miles
through pearly moths
and flames of flower light
till impact halts
a delicate floating feather
and separates love
momentarily
as we look up
at the bed
laughing